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You know, Twilight isn't actually that bad. It's just the whole 'sparkly vampire' and the soppyness of it that makes it look all stupid. That and the amount of fangirls drooling over Edward Cullen/Jacob. Also, don't think I'm a twifan because of this.

 

Oh yeah, for a good laugh, this is completely off-topic, but go to mylifeistwilight.com

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I have some of it done. I'll put it up in a sec.

 

 

[spoiler=Chap.1 so far]

*9 Years Later*

A rain storm has been terrorizing the little town of Myzville for a whole week now. The strong wind destroyed homes, the continuous rain created floods, and the bitter cold air caused illness to spread. Everyone was completely miserable.

 

"Keep working you slow poke!" Tybalt screamed.

 

I grunted. Slow poke?! I work faster than you! If you're not the boss of me, I would've killed you by then! Here I am again, talking to myself. Someday, I'll scream at you for real.

 

"Yeah that's right! Don't talk!"

 

I looked at my hard day's work; five swords, fifteen axe heads, twenty pairs of forks and knives, and twenty- five horseshoes. For the first time, I had finished every single assignment Tybalt threw at me. Looking at my body, I saw cuts and bruises. It looked as if I tripped on a bed of sharp rocks.

 

"Hey oldster. I finished everything you asked me to do."

 

The old man turned around with a surprised face.

 

"Impossible!"

 

"Look for yourself."

 

I smiled as Tybalt looked through my work. Seeing his surprised face was priceless. He double checked, he triple checked, and he checked for the fourth time. There was not single missing item.

 

"Well...I guess you can go home now."

 

As soon as he said the word, I sprinted out and headed to my house. The rain drenched me, but I ignored it. I almost slipped as I ran through a path of mud. The little hut that is my house was right there, just a few yards away. My hand could almost reach the door knob but suddenly, I tripped in a pile of wet, dirty mud. The door of the tiny house opened, revealing a girl in her teens wearing a pink dress.

 

She looked out, but no one was there. "I swear I heard someone. Must have been the wind." The girl was about to close the door, but I voice stopped her.

 

"Wait! I'm over here!" I slowly got myself up and looked at myself. I was completely covered in mud.

 

"Primerio? Primerio, is that you?" The girl started off with a giggle, but then she began bursting with laughter. "Oh look at you! I almost thought you were a monster!"

 

My face was red, but the mud covered it. "Oh hi Millena."

 

Millena continued to laugh. "Come on inside. I'll get you cleaned up."

 

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Hmm... I like it overral, even if I prefer 3rd person. (I learned 3rd person is easier to write in.)

 

In the begining, maybe Primerio can be complaining about the storm that's been going on for days, and then his boss yells at him, and he continues working, to avoid that paragraph in the beginning.

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1Hmm... I like it overral' date=' even if I prefer 3rd person. (I learned 3rd person is easier to write in.)

 

[b']2[/b]In the begining, maybe Primerio can be complaining about the storm that's been going on for days, and then his boss yells at him, and he continues working, to avoid that paragraph in the beginning.

 

1. Well this the first story I wrote in first person. I think it's okay.

 

2. I'll see what I can do.

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